Horror Gaming Names Novels & Stories

We sat there together for a while, I was still sobbing my heart out on the ground, screaming, and praying that it wasn’t true, that I was still in Hell, that this was really, truly Hell and that Damien was alive somewhere. Until I can bring Damien’s soul back to where it belongs, I would be in this Hell that I created. Hermes was looking around the new realm that we were to live in with intrigue, he said, “If we are all stuck in one realm now, we should rename it, I mean, ‘the Garden’ is nice but it’s not too catchy.” I controlled my tears and steadied myself before I told him, “It’s called Mercy.”

But the man in front of me isn’t the one from the photo. His eyes are the same shape, the same color, but darker. Harder. Wrong. Like something else is wearing his face. Like something ancient is using him as a doorway. Jason whispers. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Brad, or whatever he is, smiles back. “Surprise.” The Hallow hums around them, hungry. And I feel it, a cold, creeping dread that slides down my spine. This isn’t just my father. This is something else. Something older. Something darker. Something that wants me. The vision snaps.

FELTON'S POV The man's name was David Torres. He'd been skimming from my casinos for six months. Three hundred thousand dollars. He thought I wouldn't notice. I noticed everything. "Mr. D'Angelo," he said, sitting across from me in the warehouse. "I can explain—" "I'm sure you can. The question is whether I care about your explanation." "It was a mistake. I'll pay it back. Every cent. Please—" "David." I leaned forward. "Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?"

[Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: “Wish.”] [Please choose your cause of death.] The moment I landed in the horror game and reunited with my teammates, a strange man appeared in front of us. Thick black mist coiled around his head, hiding his face. His whole presence felt… wrong. “Shit!” the guy with dyed yellow hair cursed. “What kind of sick prank is this? You think a few cheap effects will scare me? Nice try!”

[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends. [Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly. [Starting players: Ten. [Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon. [All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year's Eve. Clear the dungeon before then. [Have fun.] A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

He takes a puff on his cigar and leans forward toward my face. Thus, I am forced to close my eyes so they are not burned by the smoke he has spit in my face. He remains silent and takes another sip of brandy, rattling the single ice cube shaped with an ice pick in his crystal glass out of habit. "Santo..." I start to say, but I fall silent as soon as I meet his dark eyes. How ironic to have given him such a name. He's the worst of them all, and he's named Saint.

“Do you know what the game is?” I frowned and shook my head. “Let’s call it . . . Terror of Survival. In that game, we needed to kill each other to survive and get the reward. So, they ruthlessly murdered each other in front of my eyes while I couldn’t do anything because I was doubting the bastards about the reward they were saying. Who knows if that reward was a deathless death? He shook his head.

Done writing down the ideas I already have, I proceed to creating a new folder on my laptop system to begin outlining the concept. *Game Project Name: LUNAR ASCENT.* The name feels right. Powerful. Aspirational. Done with the name, I continue outlining. The arrangement of the concept is already taking shape and flowing faster, making me more energized to keep going. *Lunar Ascent: A Revolutionary Combat Simulation for the Modern Werewolf Warrior.* *Concept: An immersive gaming experience that teaches players real combat techniques, training hazards, and leadership skills while providing entertainment value. Players progress through increasingly difficult scenarios, earning ranks and unlockin

I'd never seen anything like that in real life. If I died chasing a pretty face, at least I'd die without regrets. It was still early. I did the math. I'd have plenty of time to get back before sunset. So I left my husband a quick note and headed for The Gilded Lyre, equal parts excited and nervous. [Naomi's actually clueless. What kind of horror game lets people team up?] [Don't forget, she still thinks this is the romance game she endorsed.] [Am I the only one who thinks Holly's shady? Sabotaging another player is low.]